The Land

The Serpent’s Path

The Flowers are coming towards me carrying their trays of small pots and tiny bottles that shine like jewels. I have been waiting for this moment for my entire life, and time seems to slow as they walk across the stone floor from the door […]

Silent Warriors and Muddy Wheels

Part I: A Meeting at The Edge of War On a land strewn with the recently dead, I met her. On a high hill looking out over the blood and destruction, I met her. Everywhere was grey and black with edges of dangerous silver. Iron […]

Frozen River Song

Night between the trees Caressed by moonlight Stars speak to me of Where I am Not yet morning light My antlered guide Is Waiting here At the edge We are flying over ice The echoes cracking A new river Being born A man in furs […]

A Night of Stars, A Morning Comes: Two Stories

There is a story that I have heard over and over again for so long I do not know of the first time I heard it. It is told in the winter when people gather together. It is told in the texts I studied as […]

The Place of the Legless

I am the descendant of many lines of ancestors who helped to form opposing sides of some of the most storied armed conflicts in their history. Both sides of the genocide carried out against the tribal peoples of this continent under the name of Manifest […]

A Study in Ancestors and Rust

  The giant stands across the dark river with one foot on each side. Glints of silver can be seen in the waters that rush past between his feet. The darkness between them is the darkness of the night without moon. His eyes do not […]

Colors and Warnings

There is fire near me once again.┬áThe flames are on the other side of the hill I live at the base of by a creek. I felt them in my dreams all night. The air I breath is rough in my throat. It is scratchy […]

The Nice Day

This piece was originally published in A Beautiful Resistance, Issue 4. I am republishing it here in memory of the rain I hope will soon visit us here in California. I find myself at the top of a barren hill. The light is dim and […]

Silence from the edges to the center

I maintain a small circle of small stones in my back yard garden. When I moved in I was sure I would soon be bringing in a collection of huge boulders to raise up and do my rituals and meditations within. As I lived with […]

Agranona’s Ancient One: Rebuilding Therasia

I look down at my body as my sisters’ children carry it into the shade. It seemed so strong, and I was always proud of it until this moment. Now it is a thing of curiosity to see and I feel only wonder that it […]